The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell rings. It does not chime. It cracks. The sound shatters the silence of the high tower. You are standing there. Your coat is old. The wool has pilled. You look at the clock. It is three o’clock. You have been here for forty years. Your father is below. He is waiting. He is always waiting. The air is thin. It tastes of iron and old stone. You are the Head Archivist. You are the seeker....

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